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1     I|   was coming home from his fields on horseback, grumbling
2     I|   the bumpkins who till my fields, or, if a foolish whim seize
3   III| made their way towards the fields. In front trotted two[Pg
4   III|   the labourers out of the fields into the town. Not one of
5   III|    wanders up and down the fields and meadows, frequently
6   III|    animal run races in the fields. Bleeding profusely, it
7    IV|    take the wheat from the fields without inquiring who sowed
8   VII|    here and there over the fields like fairy lakes.~ ~And
9    XX|   but white forests, white fields, are to be seen in every